Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.